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Cyrus’s hand grabs mine, grinding the bones as I gasp, my fingers still inside my fluttering channel. “Only we get to fuck you, remember?” he snarls, pulling my fingers free before his hand covers my pussy. I grind into it, watching him, and he pulls away and slams two fingers into me. I jerk and cry out as I lift up, but he doesn’t let me pull away. He fucks them in and out of me with hard, quick thrusts, dragging them along my nerves as his thumb rubs my clit.
I know he’ll have me coming in no time, so I do the only thing I can—I go along with it, getting what I wanted. I turn my head and reach my hand over the seat. “You wanted a taste?” I ask Bray, wiggling my cream-covered fingers at him. He groans, his eyes locking on mine as he sucks them into his mouth. My breath catches as I watch his tongue lave my fingers, catching every droplet of my cum.
Cyrus twists his fingers inside me and adds another, making me fall back into the seat. My fingers pop from Bray’s mouth as I’m dragged down the seat until I’m on my back. He covers me, still fucking me with his fingers. His tongue licks between my breasts before he turns his head and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. I cry out as I fuck myself on his fingers. He flicks and twists my nipple before doing the same to the other, leaving me a sweaty, wet mess beneath him.
With a twist of his thumb and a pinch of his teeth around my nipple, I come again, crying out into the nearly silent car. He chuckles. The cocky bastard knows I’m already addicted to the brand of pleasure he can give me.
Hard, fast, and unforgiving.
The twisted nature of our taboo relationship only brings it to new heights. His fingers pull free, and he licks them clean. “Tastes like victory, stepsister,” he taunts, but I’m too spent to think of a witty remark.
I’ll get him back for it later.
In the meantime, he undoes his jeans, slides the belt off, and palms his hard cock. I lick my lips, remembering how good it felt inside me. I wonder if he will fuck me again, or if I’ll let him. I shouldn’t, it will only encourage him, all of them, but it seems I’m helpless against the Crew brothers.
He flips me, and my face slams into the seat as my ass is yanked into the air. A moment later, his hard, huge cock slams into me, and I scream. “That’s it, baby girl, take all of me. Let every fucker here see who you belong to. Who can fuck you like no one else.”
His hand strokes up my spine to my throat before he grips it hard, using it to push and pull me along his dick. I close my eyes, pressing back to meet his thrusts. The stretch of his giant cock inside me feels so fucking good it almost borders on too much. I can’t breathe, can’t think. I can feel eyes on me, and every fucking person at this party could open the door and record me right now and I wouldn’t care—wouldn’t let him stop.
Dick this good is dangerous.
My car rocks from the force, the slap of our bodies loud over my constant cries as he hits that spot inside me over and over again. His other hand digs into my hips to control my wild movements. My heart pounds so loudly it roars in my ears, almost obscuring the dirty, raw feral sounds he makes behind me.
I can feel all that power, all that strength behind each thrust and each grip of his hand. He could easily break me. He could choke me, and I wouldn’t be able to stop him, but the sense of danger, of power, of being utterly fucking powerless somehow makes me let go.
I close my eyes and just fuck, just meet his thrusts, letting every noise out of my choked throat. The pleasure runs through me like a live wire, concentrated at my pussy where I’m being impaled on his fucking monster cock, remade and reshaped around him.
We hear laughter echoing past the car as people walk by, but he doesn’t stop. If anything, he speeds up. He pulls my hair tighter until all I can do is take his fucking. My hand slams into the window, dragging down the fogged glass as I cry out.
His other hand comes down on my ass, hard enough to bruise, and I come again, all over his cock like he promised. He snarls as he fights through my tight channel. He fucks me through the pleasure that’s so strong I almost black out, then he suddenly stills, coming with a roar. I feel his release splash inside me.
Slumping forward, I relax in post orgasm bliss as his softening cock slips from my aching pussy. I feel my cream and his cum dripping from me. It was worth it though. I’ll have beard burn and aches for a while, but fuck if that wasn’t some of the best angry sex of my life. Not to mention the audience. I turn and meet their eyes, and Bray looks pained, but he winks.
“I need to have a talk with my hand,” he says, making me laugh as I turn and sit up. Asher gives me some wet wipes I keep in the glove compartment for such occasions, and I clean myself up and get dressed as Cyrus sits back, smirking. He looks proud of himself.
Asshole.
“So why did you leave?” Asher inquires, turning to look at me. He’s acting like he didn’t just see me get my brains fucked out.
I sit back in the seat and sigh. “I had a fight with Faye and then with everything… it got to be too much,” I admit. I don’t know why I’m telling them this other than I need someone to talk to.
“You don’t need her, only us.” Bray shrugs, and I snarl.
“She always comes first?” He laughs and I kick his chair. “She’s my best friend. She comes first, you fucking hear me? She was here before you, and she will be here long after you.”
“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong, baby girl.” Cyrus smirks at me then leans closer. “But I like your loyalty, and now you know how you feel about the argument.”
Bray grins as I huff, realising he was doing it on purpose.
“Let’s get her home so she can shower and change, and I can wank into her underwear.”
“What?” I ask. “No to the underwear bit. We share a wall, after all.”
“Big party tonight, and you are coming with us,” Cyrus demands.
“I thought you didn’t let anyone in the Crew?” I taunt.
He leans in, grabs my neck, and squeezes. “We don’t, only you, so you better zip that bratty mouth before we fuck it. You’re one of us now, there is no going back.” He kisses me hard and then releases me.
“We’ll follow you home, baby,” Bray tells me, and then they all get out, leaving me panting in the back of my car, my thighs aching and wet.
I swear the Crew brothers are going to be the death of me. I thought I was so smart, that I could play their games and not get burnt, but it seems I’ve been plunged into the fucking fire. I need to find out what being Crew entails before it gets me hurt or worse.
I guess I’m not just their darling anymore…
